Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
I need money money
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
Nigga I need money money
want hundeds hundeds hundeds
Nigga money money money

1]
The fast time is rhyme the size crime
Its been the same man the game became mine
I spot one of these at the same time
like Snoop Dogg back in eighty-nine
Do I a fuck, no I never have
I just blow my weed and take a bath
I laugh at these niggaz, I mad at you niggaz
half of you niggaz cant even fuck with me
I'm on it cause I'm so city
And town that I roll through I leave my G prints
LBC, now that's what I represent, can ya it (Eastside)
I'm hotter than a batch of grease in a skillet
I wanna say up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers
See where I'm from you either rate us, hate us or us
And right about now all the cap peelers feel us

[Chorus with slight variations 2 X]

2]
Money, is everything
It's the to the fiend
It's the to the queen
It reigns
It's the crop to the (say what)
It's a po man, no man, its everybodys
Money, mo money, get
But make sure you know that folks don't get funny
Everybody claiming that they on they luck
While I'm fresh dressed like a million
I throw on my socks with my all gold chucks
Now see which one of my trucks we gone use today
To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop mother fucking U.S.A
Its all a dream, and dreams can come
If it happen for me, it can happen for you
Meech from the beach, he keep cracking
And everything he touch to go platinum

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3]
Ya got to have cash to make it days
And you can at least one of a hundred different ways
You can holler at the homie Meech and get a track
And write you a rap, and try to get you to
Or you stand on the streets and holler and wine
You can throw up insane, crip or one nine
I chose DP cause financially money money money that's all a see
See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, get broke and fail the game
You might me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the coast
Still smoking, a pound of that shit
Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my and my two kids, getting money

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[Ad libs chorus]
For all the niggaz out getting their money
is the root of all evil huh
You what
I mean, we already living in
So fuck, get money man
I at shit like this:
The mother that don't got money, they doing bad
and they don't give a fuck and they rob they steal they
And the mother fuckers got money, they depressed
you know they can't it
So I mean, whats your
you wanna live with it our without it, shit I'm it
I got to have it, you me

[Chorus with slight variations 5 X]